I don’t know if anyone will recall that I mentioned earlier,
in the post titled, “Cheerleader Cucks Sissy,” that my cheerleader is a bit of
a flirt at parties.It wasn’t something
that I’d always taken note of early in our relationship, but at the office
party we hosted where she first introduced me to Randall, I picked up on it and
then reflected back to past parties and it struck me that she seemed to enjoy
flirting, in an innocent way, with guys at parties.Well, her flirty nature paid dividends for
her as we moved forward in our newfound cuckold relationship.

Last Christmas was when my cheerleader made her first move.I had been under the assumption that my cheerleader
remained in contact with Andrea, primarily because it just seemed to me that
they had a connection as women from our time with her, but also because it
seemed my cheerleader continued to take new steps forward where she and I were
concerned.In any event, my cheerleader
began talking about being with other men a bit more frequently.Where we live, each Christmas, there is a
neighborhood holiday party.As I’ve
mentioned before, we are fairly new to the neighborhood, so we don’t know a lot
of people.Added to our newness, unlike
many of the families that lived in our neighborhood, we did not raise our
children there, a fact that, interestingly, seems to inhibit opportunities to
meet new people.I had never realized
how big of an impact children had upon ones social life, but it was a good
method for meeting new people.Whatever,
we were going to the holiday party last year, as we will this year.

During the week leading up to the party my cheerleader began
teasing me about meeting someone – and by “someone,” she meant a man.I took it in stride thinking it was just more
teasing, something she enjoyed doing to me.However, on the afternoon of the party she went out to have her hair
done up especially for the event.Then,
when she returned home, she had me join her in the bathroom to help her “get
ready,” just as if she were going on a date with Randall.It was then that she asked me how I’d feel if
she found someone to bring home with us.I thought she was kidding, but she wasn’t.She told me that she thought it might be time
– time for her to branch out beyond Randall.My reaction was predictable.I
became anxious, nervous, uncomfortable, and my penis swelled within its
chastity cage.I told her that if that
was what she wanted, then okay.I
remember that she merely smiled at me as if to say that she suspected I would
acquiesce.

My cheerleader had gotten a pedicure and manicure earlier in
the day when she had her hair done. But
she let me shave her legs and trim her pussy for her, an event that always felt
different to me when I knew I was preparing her to be fucked by Randall.On this occasion I experienced that same
erotic response.When my cheerleader
dressed that evening I discovered that she had purchased brand new lingerie - panties,
garter belt and bra - red satin trimmed in black lace – for the party.She had made plans.She also had purchased a new set of lingerie
for me, similar to hers, to wear beneath my suit – pink satin trimmed in black
lace.I recall wondering at the time
whether this was simply more teasing by my cheerleader.It turned out that she wasn’t.She was on the prowl.Watching her that evening was a bit of an eye
opener for me.Despite having seen her
flirt before, on this night, she flirted, but with purpose.It was a new thing for me to see in her.Like many beautiful women do, she had a way –
a way that had a certain effect upon men.

She wore a very short and sexy red holiday dress, her pretty
black nylon covered legs stretching beneath her hemline to a pair of matching
red high heels.Around her neck she wore
her pearl necklace that she kept my key on, an adornment that never escaped my
notice. This annual holiday party was a
big neighborhood affair.I don’t recall
whether I’ve mentioned this before, other than to say that we live in a nice
neighborhood, but there are some fairly accomplished inhabitants who live there.We live outside of Washington, D.C. – I know
that I have mentioned that – and so there are people whose livelihoods revolve
around the political sphere that finances much of the Northern Virginia and
Maryland area that makes up the Beltway.

We arrived at the same time as a few of our closer neighbors
and my cheerleader received compliments about how she looked, from the men and
the women.She really did look
especially pretty for this party.I was
proud to be seen with her.And yet, I
was feeling the same nervousness and anxiety that I’d felt when my cheerleader
first cuckolded me with Randall several months before.I had grown used to him being around and
having her on a regular basis.But on
this night, I was experiencing those same emotions anew as I wondered how my
cheerleader intended to “find” someone new.Of course, I still had not discounted that she might be toying with
me.So, I wasn’t completely certain that
anything would actually happen.

Initially, upon our arrival, we drank and chatted with some
people we knew, and were introduced to some new people as well.My cheerleader and I had mutually
acknowledged that we needed to continue to try to branch out to expand our
social circle some.An hour or so into
the evening, I noticed from the corner of my eye a very handsome man standing
among a group of men and women, two of whom were people we had met, and he was
definitely looking our way – I suspected specifically at my cheerleader.I glanced at her to see if she had noticed
him yet.She smiled at me as she caught
me looking at her.

“Shall we go over there?” she asked me.She knew what I was thinking.I told her if she wanted to that would be
fine.We walked over to join the group
and our friends there introduced us to the others, including the man who had
been eyeing my cheerleader.By anyone’s
definition, he was a fine specimen of the male gender – approximately six-four,
maybe 220 pounds, thick blonde hair, and obviously athletic.My cheerleader’s eyes were alive as she held
her hand out to take his in greeting.If
he had any sense of intuition, he knew then that she was interested in him,
despite that her husband was being introduced along with her.

His name was Jason, and it turned out that he was well
connected in D.C.He was the chief of
staff for a United States Senator.I’m
not going to say anything about where the Senator was from, or whether the Senator
was male or female.I probably shouldn’t
even reveal that much.I just feel that
it was significant that the second man my cheerleader cucked me with was
someone such as Jason and that leaving out such an important fact would
diminish the narrative.We stayed in
this group and talked for a long time, sharing details about our lives.My cheerleader was clearly enthralled with
Jason, quizzing him about his work on The Hill.I sensed that she may have decided that he was going to be the guy,
especially when she discovered during the conversation that he was
unmarried.I knew my cheerleader would
never choose a married man, as she had been hurt once before by her first
husband cheating on her, so I did not think she would be the cause of same
thing for another woman.

After a while, the others who were part of our conversation
with Jason drifted off to talk to others, and for a moment, we found ourselves
alone with him.It was then that my
cheerleader really turned it on.She
asked him if he was dating anyone special and he told her he wasn’t.When he said that, she expressed her surprise
that someone as handsome and eligible as he was did not have women falling all
over him.He actually acted a bit
embarrassed when she said that and explained that he really was very busy with
his job.At that moment my cheerleader
looked at me and said, “Sweetie?Would
you mind going to get us all fresh drinks?”I noticed the way Jason looked at me when she asked, almost as if he
sensed that something different than he was used to had just taken place.I understood right away that she wanted a few
minutes alone with Jason.My stomach was
swirling with butterflies as I began to believe that my cheerleader really was
going to attempt a move at this holiday party.

I left the two of them alone and went to one of the bars to
get fresh drinks.The home of the couple
that was hosting this year’s party was very spacious.Bars were set up in a few rooms
throughout.I decided to give my
cheerleader a bit of time to talk to Jason alone, so I went to one of the bars
out of view from where they were talking.Honestly, at the time, I still did not think that my cheerleader would
really do anything.But I was nervous
nonetheless, wondering whether she might.The line at the bar I went to was fairly long, and so I stood alone
waiting to get us drinks.When I got our
drinks, I walked back to the room where I’d left my cheerleader and Jason.However, they were not where I’d left them.Holding three drinks in my hands, carefully
so as not to spill them, I began scanning the room.I was feeling extremely self-conscious at
this point, alone at the party with my cheerleader alone with another man.My cheerleader and I did not know a lot of
people – but we knew some.Had anyone
seen her walk away with another man?I
slowly moved about, looking for them, anxiety now beginning to get the better
of me.Eventually, I walked onto the
back patio where the hosts had set up several large outdoor heaters for guests
who wanted to smoke and still remain warm.The back yard patio and garden was magnificent.I glanced around and then saw them, standing
to the side near a heater, talking alone, my cheerleader’s face aglow as she
spoke animatedly with Jason, who seemed equally enthralled with her.I approached them with our drinks, working
myself up to act as if I was completely cool with whatever was happening, and yet
not knowing what really was happening.Had my cheerleader made a move?I
didn’t know.

They greeted me as I handed each their drink.I said, “I thought I’d lost you there,”
trying to sound casual about their disappearance.My cheerleader answered, “We just thought
we’d get some fresh air.I figured you’d
find us.”Jason thanked me for his
drink.As he did, I thought I noticed
something in the way he looked at me.We
chatted together for a few more minutes and then my cheerleader said to me,
“So, are you ready to go home sweetie?”Taking her cue, I said, “Sure.If
you are.”“I am,” she told me.Then, to Jason, she said, “See you in a
bit?”That’s when I knew.She had invited him to our house.Jason hesitated, locked eyes with me for a
split second, then said, “If you’re sure,” as if he wasn’t convinced that my
cheerleader really expected him to accept her invitation.“I’m sure,” she said as she took my hand and
said, “Come on sweetie.Let’s go.”

My cheerleader and I began to make our way from the
party.We stopped to say our farewells
to a few of the people we knew who were still there.Then, searching out the hosts, we found them
and thanked them for hosting and telling them how wonderful everything
was.To be truthful, at this point, I
was in a fog, contemplating what I realized was about to occur, for the second time.My cheerleader was going to make love with
yet another man, all with my consent.But what else had she told Jason?That was the part that was causing me the most angst.

Holding hands as we left to go to our car, we did not
speak.I could sense that my cheerleader
was feeling anxious about what she was about to do.Until that moment, I had not considered that
I wasn’t the only one who felt anxiety concerning a step such as this one.She wanted this.But she was nervous also.I opened her door and helped her climb in,
then got in and started the car to drive the few blocks to our home.We drove in silence, me not knowing what I
should say, and her I have no idea why.When we walked in our house I finally spoke.“So, are we having company?”My cheerleader looked at me and said, “Yes.We are.Are you okay with that?”Was I
okay with it?I found myself having the
same debate I’d had when this situation first presented itself with
Randall.If I wasn’t okay with it, I
probably should have already said something.She had already invited Jason over.“Does he know about me?” I asked, not saying it, but meaning, ‘Does he
know I’m a sissy?’My cheerleader
looked down, avoiding my eyes, but then looked up and said, “Yes.I told him.”Then, adding,“I think he’s okay
with it.”So there it was.My cheerleader had told yet another person
that her husband was a sissy, and that person would be in our house soon.I remember saying to her, “Okay.What shall I do?”She told me then that she wanted me to go
upstairs and change into a maid’s uniform, put on some light makeup, but no
wig, and to prepare to sleep in the guest room after they went to bed.But first, she wanted me, dressed as a sissy,
to greet Jason at our door when he arrived, so he would understand that I was
completely on board.

I want to try to explain how I felt in that moment.I have tried, throughout this narrative, to
describe my feelings as much as possible, to attempt to convey what was going
on inside of me – emotionally, mentally and physically – when my cheerleader
was treating me as her sissy husband.This is difficult to do.As I have mentioned, I had grown used to
Randall.Randall had a hand in bringing
Andrea into our lives, and so I viewed him as someone who understood us – my
cheerleader and me.But this new man –
Jason – he was different.He was a stranger
to us only a few hours ago.In addition
- and this is why I felt it necessary to reveal what he did for a living – he
was SOMEONE.Not just some man - but a
well-connected and important man who was going to enter our home, find me
dressed as a sissy, and then, with my consent, fuck my cheerleader.Randall was someone my cheerleader met
through work.They were familiar with
each other long before they became intimate.I’d met him before they became intimate.This man was different.He
represented something else to me.He was
the embodiment of my cheerleader telling me she wanted to fuck other men – not
just another man specifically (Randall) – but other men, generally.

I remember when she told me what she wanted me to do that I nodded.I simply nodded my head in acquiesance, said,
“Okay,” and walked upstairs to do as my cheerleader had asked.I went into my closet, removed my suit,
selected my black French maid’s dress, a white petticoat, and black high heels,
and returned to our room to dress.Leaving on the lingerie that my cheerleader had purchased for me to wear
to the holiday party, I filled by bra with my breast forms, stepped into the
slip and high heels and pulled the dress over my head, settling it over the
fluffy crinoline slip.I went into our
bathroom and applied some mascara to my lashes, dabbed some rouge on my cheeks,
and applied red lipstick.Then, finally,
I opened the drawer in my dresser where I kept them, and picked out a nightgown
to wear to bed and carried it into our guest room.I returned to our room and turned the covers
back on our bed for my cheerleader and Jason, then went downstairs where I
found my cheerleader in the kitchen preparing some snacks.She smiled at me when I came in.“You look pretty Sissy,” she said.She approached me and kissed me softly on my
lips.“Thank you sweetie” she added.I smiled uncomfortably, but replied, “You’re
welcome.”I then helped her carry the
snacks into the den.It appeared that
she did not plan to simply jump in the sack with Jason, although it was clear
that she was fully committed to taking him to our room.

As we prepared for Jason’s arrival, I felt like time was
dragging.I even began to wonder whether
Jason might chicken out – that the thought of going to someone’s home he’d just
met and having sex with a woman whose husband was a sissy was more than he
could actually deal with.But then the
front doorbell rang.He didn’t back
out.He had come after all.My cheerleader watched me and then said, “Go
greet him Sissy.Bring him in here to me
and then offer us drinks.Don’t forget
to curtsy.”Fuck!This was actually going to happen!I was about to be cucked for the second
time.My stomach was in knots!I was a complete wreck inside as I walked in
my high heels to welcome Jason into our home and lead him to his prize – my
cheerleader.Numbness overwhelming me, I
opened the door to the man I’d only just met, curtsied, and said, “Good evening
sir.Won’t you come in?”The expression on his face revealed that he
was at least as overwhelmed as I felt.“Hi,” he managed, the confusion of seeing me in this completely
different light evident.

I led him to my cheerleader who was sitting alone on our
couch in the den.“Mistress,” I
announced.“Mr. Johnson is here for
you.” (Jason’s last name is not really Johnson.)My cheerleader stood to greet him.Smiling sweetly she said, “Hello Jason.I’m glad you came.”He walked to meet her at the couch and, as
she had with Randall in the past, she set the tone for him – and me –
immediately by giving him a full kiss on the mouth, holding him there long
enough to make her intentions clear.When they broke, she said to me, “Sissy?Would you get us drinks please?”“Yes ma’am,” I answered and asked what they wanted, and left them alone
again while I prepared their drinks.When I returned they were sitting together, closely, on our couch, his
arm already around her shoulder.I
served them and then asked if they needed anything else.My cheerleader said they were fine for the
moment and dismissed me.I went into the
kitchen alone to wait, for what I really did not know.I assumed at some point she would take him to
bed.I just didn’t know when.I had no idea how my cheerleader intended to
handle this entirely new situation of bringing home a man she had only just
met, but seemed intent to fuck.All I
can tell you is that time was dragging on for me.I tried my best to hear what they were
saying, but it was quiet in the den.It
turns out they had been making out, as a way to break the ice I suppose.After a while my cheerleader and Jason came
into the kitchen together and she said, “We’re going to bed sweetie.Will you clean up?Then you can go to bed if you’d like.We’ll see you in the morning.”‘We’ll see you in the morning,’ she’d
said.Jason was going to spend the
night.There it was.I was left standing by once again while a man
took my cheerleader to our bedroom to fuck.“Yes ma’am,” I replied, dipping into a curtsy as I knew she
expected.Jason was along for the
ride.I don’t think he knew what to
think.He only knew the one thing that
mattered – he was about to fuck another man’s wife and with his full
consent.They went upstairs and I heard
our bedroom door close behind them.

As instructed, I cleaned up, putting away the snacks and
loading their dirty glasses into the dishwasher.Then, I went upstairs, alone, to our guest
room, took off my dress and lingerie, put on my nightgown, and crawled into bed,
imagining what my cheerleader was doing with Jason in our bedroom down the
hall.I could not sleep.I turned on the television to pass the time
and simply to hear other human voices.They were going to ‘see me in the morning’ my cheerleader had said.I was worried what she meant by that.I eventually fell asleep only to be awakened
by my iPhone ringing next to me on the night table.It was my cheerleader.She greeted me good morning, then asked me to
bring them coffee in bed.I agreed and
then asked what I should wear.She told
me to put my uniform back on.It was
nearly nine a.m. when she woke me.I
dressed as instructed and went downstairs to prepare coffee.When it was ready, I loaded a tray, and went
up to serve them in bed.I knocked on
our bedroom door and after my cheerleader told me to come in, I opened the
door, scared to death at what I might find.How would they be when I saw them?I could still remember that first time I was invited into our bedroom by
my cheerleader when she was with Randall, naked together in our bed, his huge
cock lying in plain view for me to see.Would she and Jason be similarly situated?

As I suspected, my cheerleader and Jason were in our bed
together, obviously nude, only partially covered by the bedclothes.My cheerleader was snuggled up next to Jason,
her bare breasts on display.Jason, for
his part, seemed appropriately ill at ease.This was obviously new to him and he did not know how to behave.My cheerleader, on the other hand, seemed at
home. I could see her hand moving
beneath the sheet, obviously massaging his cock right in front of me.She was used to me serving her and Randall as
her sissy husband.She merely
substituted one man for another man.Entering with the coffee and trying to not stare at where my
cheerleader’s hand was located, I curtsied, and then approached.“Good morning,” I greeted them.“May I pour your coffee?” I asked them.“Please,” my cheerleader answered, watching
me look at her fondling Jason’s cock.To
Jason she asked, “How do you take your coffee?”He addressed me, trying his best to act like this was normal, “Just
cream please.”It didn’t strike me then
how polite he was.But, thinking about
it, as I wrote this, I realized that Jason was a very refined man who knew how
to behave in many different circumstances.But he was not equipped for this one and so his natural default was to
be polite and to treat me as he might anyone else who was serving him – with
gratitude.After preparing their coffee
I asked if they needed anything else.My
cheerleader told me that would be all and dismissed me.I went back downstairs and waited, drinking
coffee alone while my cheerleader relaxed in our bed with her new man.She’d done it.She had not just been teasing.She had really picked up a man at our
neighborhood holiday party.And, on top
of that, she had managed to pick up someone who had a vested interest in being
discreet about our secret.I remembered
wondering if she had been that calculating – or merely lucky in that regard.We eventually discussed that thought, and she
admitted that it was more luck than design, although once she’d heard what he
did for a living the thought of the safety to us his job provided was not lost
on her.

It was a little over two hours later when my cheerleader
called me on my iPhone again.She told
me that Jason would soon be leaving.He
was taking a shower before he left.She
told me to see him off and to then come to our room.When Jason came down, dressed in the clothes
he’d worn the previous evening, but without his tie, he told me goodbye and
then thanked me.He really was
polite.Playing my role to the end, I
curtsied and said, “You’re welcome.”I
closed the front door behind him and then went upstairs to see my cheerleader alone
for the first time after she’d cucked me for the second time.Our bedroom door was open.I walked in and found her still in bed, smiling
and waiting for me as I entered.“Take
off your dress honey.Come to bed,” she
told me.I slipped my dress over my
head, dropped the slip to the floor and stepped out, slipping my heels off as I
did so.As I crawled onto the bed she
flipped the covers to the side and pulled me to her and kissed me full on the
mouth, passion dripping off of her lips.We kissed like that for a long time.When she finally let me go she sighed and said, “Thank you so much baby.That was so amazing!Thank you!”As I found myself doing with Randall, her gratitude to me for allowing
her this freedom erased any lingering doubts I had about her cucking me.I told her I loved her and that I was happy
if she was happy.She assured me was and
then, as I expected she would want, I was directed downward and between her
thighs where I tasted another man’s sperm directly from my cheerleader’s pussy.I licked and sucked her for a long time that
morning, bringing her to several gentle, but urgent, orgasms.Afterward, my cheerleader unlocked my
chastity cage and let me go inside of her for the first time in over a
month.I was so grateful to her for
allowing me to enter her, even though I was so excited that I did not last as
long as I wish I had.After I finished cleaning
her, we cuddled and slept all afternoon.It was the best I’d slept in a long time and I needed it, especially
after the fitful night I’d spent the night before.

Later, when we awoke, my cheerleader told me about her night
with Jason.She told me he was a really
good lover.He not only had a very big
cock, and lasted a long time, but he recovered quickly (with some help she
teased) and on the subsequent times lasted even longer.I asked if she thought she’d see him
again.She told me they had already agreed
to get together the next weekend.And,
she added, he had agreed to let me fluff him for her because she’d told him she
liked watching me suck cock.She told me
she couldn’t wait for me to see his cock and to suck him for her.As she told me what she had planned for me
the next weekend, my penis became erect.My cheerleader felt it too and reached down to hold me.“Something tells me you are looking forward
to sucking Jason’s cock Sissy.”I
immediately felt embarrassed to have reacted as I had, but the penis doesn’t
lie.Then, without a word, my
cheerleader slid me inside of her wet pussy again.“I guess I’m turned on by the thought too,”
she smiled as she began rocking on me, urging me to go slowly.I had not been inside of her in over a
month.Then, after she fucked Jason, I
was inside of her twice in one day.I
was in sissy heaven.I lasted longer
this time and when I finally came, my cheerleader had an orgasm too.I cleaned her out and then we got up to
shower and prepare dinner.The rest of
that weekend was special, just the two of us, although it was obvious my
cheerleader was in a really good mood because of Jason.But I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in
the mouth – she kept me out of chastity the entire weekend.I couldn’t decide if things had suddenly
gotten more complicated, or just different.I had no idea how she planned to work two men into her sex life.But she would.In the next post, I’ll tell about the next
weekend with Jason.

8 comments:

Wow! I can't even imagine all of your feelings from the time she picked out Jason at the party to greeting him in your French maid's outfit. My hand would have been shaking as I applied my lipstick and blush! This is such an intimate part of your life- thank you so much for sharing! Do you ever wonder just how common this is out there? As I get dressed for work in my bra and panties under a boring business suit- I just wonder... Many thanks Sweetie!Curtsy,sissy jennifer

I was extremely nervous. As I mentioned several times (I think) in the post, I really questioned whether my cheerleader would even go through with what she said she wanted to do at the party. I went back and forth between thinking she was only teasing me and then thinking she was serious. When it became clear that she really meant to bring a man home that night, it began to hit me that I was about to be cucked again. And what is weird about it is that it didn't feel like a continuation of being cucked stemming from the first time with Randall. It was like it was happening fresh all over again. I was nervous. However, as I'm going to be writing in my next post on this subject, it turned out to be well worth it from my perspective, as well as my cheerleader's.

As for your wondering whether there are more like us out there who wear feminine under garments beneath our world disguise of boring suits (my suits actually aren't that boring - I try to dress nicely - just not as awesome as lingerie), I wonder that all of the time. I have to feel that there are many more of us than we know, especially since I know that no one I work with has any idea as they deal with me all day that I'm wearing panties, garters, girdles, stockings, bras or slips. None! So, there have to be more of us. Wouldn't it be nice if we did not have to hide it?

First I want to say thank you. Thank you for continuing to share your intimate journey with all of us.

When I read your installments, I try to always put myself in your position. I'm afraid I would never have the courage that you've shown in not only living out your fantasies, but in sharing them with the world in this way. In this particular portion, I can't imagine how difficult it must have been. Taking Randall on was obviously a big step. Having Andrea help you along, and going as far as you and your cheerleader did, was another huge step. But I don't think those were as big as this. The previous steps had the special 'first' factor... but a 'first' can always be just an 'only'. You and your cheerleader's time with Randall could have easily been your only step in the cuckolding and sissy lifestyle.

This step though... taking another man home and being cuckolded all over again... this sets the stage for a continued life. This isn't just living out a fantasy and then looking fondly back at it years later, it's looking down a road of continued exploration.

I adore that! And as always I look forward to hearing more and more about your experiences.

You are always so sweet and also, so perceptive, in your comments. Thank you. You are 100% correct in your observation that this event with Jason was like a first, and in many ways was more difficult than the cucking with Randall. It was, exactly as you said, as it really was a moment (I didn't know it then) that shifted us even further forward from living out a fantasy to living a new way. As I tell about the next year of our life, bringing our story to the present, that will be more clear to all readers. But you seem to realize this from reading this post. I really appreciate your observations.

On another note, I am so happy that this year has been so great for you. One of the things i'm most thankful for is seeing you achieve the success you have.

Another great account. I certainly can understand the difference -- in your dealings with Randall it was much more of a dom/submissive situation and Andrea/Randall were really the instigators. With Jason, your Cheerleader demonstrated she really was in charge, and it seemed more about the sex and less about control. That's when you realize you have moved from roleplay to lifestyle. A big turning point to be sure.

We all LOVE your personal posts. Thanks for sharing and can't wait for the next one.

About Me

Simply put, I'm a sissy. See blog title. I have been all of my life. But, like many of us, I hid it. When I first began this blog, only my wife knew about me. However, over the past nearly two years, my sissy journey has continued and, as I have described in the posts in which I reveal my sissy journey, there are now others who know I am a sissy. However, those who do are not people who have known me long and certainly no one who is a close friend or family. My wife and I want to maintain our privacy. Anyone else in my life would have no idea that I am a sissy. Though, I'm often teased for "understanding" the woman's point of view a little too well. And now, I'm sharing with the world. I'll share more as I develop my blog. I've been collecting images from the web for so long that I can't possibly remember where they all came from. So, if I post anything that someone recognizes as theirs, and i haven't credited you, just let me know and I'll happily either remove or post proper credit as soon as I'm informed. Thanks for understanding.